The kind of yellow light that breeds insecurity
A black leather couch that sags a bit too much
A decorative carpet that slides on a tile floor
A lopsided tv stand nested in a mess of wires
The tv has a dead spot like an oil slick
A pile of dishes in and around the sink
A refrigerator that clicks and moans to life
A cabinet door that doesn't quite close
The doors all have pry marks by the knobs
A toilet that you have to flush by removing the lid
A shower that doesn't drain fast enough
A shared wall so thin you can hear the neighbors think
The window curtains are old sheets and tapestries
A nicotine smoke-stain in the guest bedroom
A series of posters to hide small holes
A place to stay that nobody calls home.
Submitted January 23, 2018 at 07:14AM by IveWrittenPoetry http://ift.tt/2DCFrp2 OCPoetry
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